Lucy. And Walter's going to win them, father. (Up to Walter.)
Walter. Yes.
Ste. He's not won much yet.
Walter. This is all the prize I want, Mr. Verity. (Takes her hand.)
Ste. She's not a bad start, either. You've got round me, and it takes a bit of doing. (Crosses to Walter.) Look here, my lad, I come of a long lived stock and you'll disappoint me if I don't see you a bishop before I die. I'll come to the Palace, Lucy, and hang my hat up some day. (Going to exit to leave them together.)